They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs200 MM devastating fireWhen streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate fleshStukas plunging, as skylines reformSpreading madness, in the gun factoryWhich had become something of a rallying point in the last few daysI can tell they fear us, by the way they fireWe infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filthAnd then we come at them from belowNow that your name has been changed, will any remember your name?And why was I, so led away?And what secret laid?In the blood soaked blockOn the fountain made...Return, return, return